I like to think I’m a brilliant intellectual.
While listening to classical jazz, with my computer desktop open to a wallpaper that I found after some pointless wanderings on the internet (it’s actually quite pretty), and a nice cup of Earl Grey (a type of black tea that has enough caffeine to keep me awake till 2 am), I sat back in my chair, reading a book.
It was titled: The Biography of T.S. Eliot.
I think it’s fair to say i was bored out of my mind.
I had gotten to the part where T.S. Eliot’s mother was laboring pointlessly over this tiny baby that would grow up to be a poet that i never heard of, when I remembered my finals were near.
I promptly spent the rest of my evening trying desperately to remember all math formulas, grammar stupidities, etc.
However, I think I’ve given you enough thought on my panic with the bane of my life.
It’s actually time for celebration: I’m DONE. WITH. TESTING.
It is May 1st, and I have a month left of school. Sure, I still have more tests to take, but the worst of it is over.
I’m so happy I could cry.
So, in my storm of joy and brilliant sparkles that appear when you’re delirious beyond mind, I will write two more blog posts, all due by tomorrow.
One will be a review, and the other will be part one of a rant.
That’s all I’m saying for now. Happy reading.
PS: This is also on account of not updating for so long. As I said, final’s week. I hope two new posts will be acceptable as an apology.